Jones-Lestrange Apartment
Connecticut
United States of America
October 2114
Connecticut
United States of America
October 2114
Amelia did not expect for her tablet to
ring loudly at two in the morning. Bleary eyes opened and she cursed aloud, grabbing
clumsily for the tablet that lay on her bedside table. Squinting at the screen,
she could only make out the words is
calling you and she pondered whether ignoring the call would be worth it or
not.
However, she next spotted Elena Jones and her fingers moved on
their own, pressing the accept option
immediately. Automatically did the home screen vanish and the familiar layout
of Skype open; there was a weird sound of a rustle and one black screen. After
a few seconds, her sister’s face appeared in the empty black screen, wrapped
comfortably in the comforter she had gotten for college.
The first thing Amelia had noticed was that
Elena was crying.
“A-Amelia?”
“Hold on,” the elder muttered. She clumsily
reached to the side and turned on the lamp. A warm light filled the room,
illuminating and showing Amelia’s sleepy face. Elena could only bury her face
into her hands upon seeing.
“Shit, I’m so sorry – I didn’t know you
were already asleep,” the girl apologized, hundreds of miles away. Amelia waved
it off.
“Don’t worry about it. I just got to bed.”
She lied through her teeth easily. If Elena knew that she had gone to bed hours
ago, she would let guilt slap her in the face. “What’s going on? Why are you
crying?”
Elena plastered a watery smile on her face.
“It’s finals week.”
